Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
Am
F
Dm
Em
F
G
Top of
Am
the world,
ma,
watch me make this climb
Am
and I ain't stopping till it's mine
F
I earn paper with breath control
and a sampler
Dm
Cause my son doesn't take
F
Am
no for an answer
Labels jerk me off so much,
G
the CEO's got hairy palms
Am
I'm blind and he brailed a touch,
We'll keep climbing,
Dm
Em
F
G
till we reach the
Am
It went from 13 to 3
and it hurts me to see
But that's the game,
I don't take it personally
G
F
Never knew we'd split,
my teammates was losing it
Dm
You know, that VH1 be
Am
Broken hole, broken hearted
G
Life put me at the end of the story
Am
and said Homie, get it started
F
I waste time like 3 minutes
on cell phones
F
Am
once that Wall Street belt holds
And walk tall like D -Voq,
lock it like C -Block
G
Ignorant, that's me now,
Am
I'm climbing till I see top
Dm
almost empty with the clip
and got one shot
F
Am
Got blocking the target with that whatnot
But yo, I'm aiming for the top,
you in the wrong spot I'm letting off
It's the only thing
that the whole world listens to
As soon as you spit your first verse,
these players are gonna hate
G
Am
In my case, from out the gate,
they couldn't wait
F
So fuck y 'all ignorant little pricks,
Dm
I won't flush apologies twice
F
Am
Cause I really couldn't give two shits
I was speaking well,
G
since the man all sleeping from hell
Am
Said you're but Puerto
Ricans won't sell
F
Sell this motha' cucka I please
Dm
F
G
tell me which side I'm
and you scrapped your plans
Then came pun
and you put a contract in my hand
F
Dallas and Two -Face fucks,
your whole spoof game's up
Dm
Throwin' some loot in my face,
F
Am
thinkin' that Q stays shut?
You must be out your mind state,
at least find an escape
G
Am
Before I use you to increase the crime rate
F
A veteran in the minors,
a major league rookie
F
G
I'd rather have the promoter book me
Am
I'm rappin' to piss off Mick Jagger
G
So hear the spits platter
Am
F
and watch what all my spits gather
Y 'all wanna drop me and
Am
F
put me out of commission
Dm
Em
Say it's not but a lot
F
G
would kill for my position
Am
All my street cats can relate
to what I'm sayin'
G
Am
While the more fortunate
can imagine what I'm portrayin'
I was dealt with the poker face
Dm
I bluff gambled and wanted a foe
F
Am
to leave this place
Well fuck it, I've seen some
go through much worse
G
I'm fightin' for first place
Am
F
Tryna live and eat off this verse
Verse 2
Dm
We'll keep climbing till
Em
F
G
Am
we reach the sky
Verse 3
Am
F
It's Q Unique, Uncle Howie, The Rock,
Outro 1
Steady Rhymer.
Dm
F
Am
G
Am
F
Dm
F
Am
G
Am
F
Dm
F
Am
F
Dm
F
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